My Non-Existent Life Outside Studio

SaadM asked if he was properly subscribed to this blog. He is. As a matter of fact, I am the one who has been MIA from the blogging world. What can I do? I was imprisoned in Marvin 115. And this laptop was only being used for Pandora or Google SketchUp the past month. I was slowly being poisoned by a granite sanctuary. Other things gradually taking my life were chipboard, graphite, and cold-press crescent board. I started this blog telling myself I had a life outside studio, but whatever I say doesn't change the truth. I don't have a life outside studio. Truth hurts.

Architecture school is making me dorkier day by day. I have begun to develop a staring problem. I sit and gawk at windows and light fixtures. Whenever we are driving in our car, my brother makes fun of me because I'm ogling the houses. 

I find myself dressed in black from head to toe. Not because architects are notorious for dressing in all black. Just because I don't want black pastel, charcoal, and graphite all over my pretty stuff. I already have a yellow sweater with blobs of black on it.

My Mom got mad at me when I sent her pictures from a recent trip to California. She was upset that there was hardly any pictures of me, but a bazillion pictures of buildings. And a bazillion pictures of the same building. "How many pictures do you need of the same wall?" she screamed. Well, it wasn't just any building. It was the Getty Center. Like a total nerd, the first thing I did when I got to L.A. was to go to the Getty. Forget Hollywood. Forget Disneyland. Forget the beaches. Had to go pay Meier respects first.

The other day, my roommate thought I was out of town - when I wasn't - when I live in the same house as her. I come home Sunday night and this is how the conversation goes:

"You just got back?"

"Yeah."

"You went to Wichita right?"

"Nooo I was in studio."

"ALL WEEKEND?"

Oh dear roommate, how do I explain to you why it takes me all weekend to do what I do? It's a blessing I don't live with my Mom. Had she seen me coming home at 4 in the morning all week, I'm pretty sure I would've been forced to drop out of architecture school by now. It's so hard to explain to her on the phone as it is.

A revolution started in the Middle East, the cricket World Cup started, I missed a bunch of awesome basketball games, Two and a Half Men went off air. But there I was putting a band-aid on my thumb because my X-acto was being mean to me. There I was running purely on caffeine. What would I have done without coffee?

I exaggerate.

Studio's not all that bad, I mean. It is where I've seen the wackiest videos on YouTube and laughed my ass off with Lyssapoo and theMiltonsLover. It is also where we developed the head-bob dance. We also called 911 and were escorted out of our beloved studio by the cops. It is also where the "Cookie?" "Corn Nut?" conversation happened.

I guess I just had to vent about studio. Now that I've vented, I'll blog about more important stuff.

Because I've missed writing.

A few weeks ago, a dear friend suggested that I start a blog. "I would totally follow it," she said. It's not like I had not contemplated the idea before. But every time I thought I would not be able to post regularly. At other times, I was too scared of giving away information about my life too easily to crazy stalkers.

I'm giving it a shot now. This blogging thing. I have too many opinions to keep my mouth shut. Too many stories to tell. Of people, airports, Taco Bell, rickshaws, Photoshop, the ocean, and dirty politics. Of friends I see and friends I miss. Of lessons I've learned and lessons that I should learn by now. I mean, it's high time.

I used to write a lot before college. And then other things started taking over my life. Mainly studio. Studio. And studio. Along with running to Hy-Vee, failing attempts to cook, driving to and from Wichita, and trying to keep up with the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

So what better time to do this than the beginning of a new decade? I mean I've got loads to look forward to next year: the Cricket World Cup, Prince William's Wedding, Oprah's new television network, iPhone from Verizon, the Hangover's sequel, and Lady Gaga's new album. Not really. Except for cricket and the Hangover. Maybe.

And this blog.

Because I've missed writing.